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Post by Street on May 3, 2013 1:43:24 GMT -5
Street grinned at the praise he got for his show. It felt good to impress – let alone such an attractive girl, and such a cool person. She had a wonderful smile and it solicited a bigger one from him. He watched her stand and couldn't help eyeing her up again as she walked away from him – and she was clearly doing it on purpose this time – and he made no attempt to hide how much he enjoyed it – maybe the mead had something to do with that lack of inhibition.
He was thoroughly impressed with her throws, and unsure of how she thought that was so much less impressive than jumping around – he couldn't do what she did, but the only thing he loved more than a challenge was someone who could meet it. “Right here.” he directed her last throw by raising his left hand, fingers parted thinly two on either side. Just then the waitress hesitated in front of their table with two more mugs of mead as her eyes darted between the two of them apprehensively before she put the mugs down and walked away. “With your back turned.” Street completed the request while lifting his new mug of mead and drawing a long drink. Everyone seated behind Street suddenly shifted their seats out of the way – the challenge he placed was pretty daring - this was definitely the mead.
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Post by Kaye on May 3, 2013 2:20:18 GMT -5
He had presented her with the challenge. A challenge mind you she would never in a sober world have even considered attempting for fear that he may shake his hand just the slightest or she'd be off by just the tiniest bit and quite literally slice through his finger, or worse, take it off all together. However, she was indeed working on an alcohol inhibited mind here and so all rationality of the situation had flown out the window leaving her with the only choice her condition could offer.
She watched as the waitress moved to the table and set two more tankards down and then apprehensively moved away. Likewise she noticed the quick way in which the patron sitting behind Street moved out from behind him.
“Oh come on...” She said to the people behind him. “A little confidence here.” She scolded them. “Challenge taken.” she then turned and sent Street that same devilish grin that had before graced her lips after asking for this challenge. Well, perhaps not this one, but a challenge all the same.
Kaye stared at his fingers for a moment and then closed her eyes and turned around so that she was facing the bar instead of at him. It didn't take long before she took a steadying breath and after bringing her knife up to her lips and kissing it. “Don't hurt him” She told it. She threw the knife backwards while simultaneously slipping her other hand down to her hip and snatching one more knife from her belt, she spun and let the last one loose. The first knife soared true and straight as any she'd ever thrown and did indeed land safely between Street's thinly spread fingers, coming to a halt at the hilt as it caught on his fingers. The second one flew through the bar and hit home in the exact center of the board surrounded by its brothers on either side of it.
The bar was so silent it was almost eerie. She had done it and all was well. Suddenly there was an uproar as people started chattering noisily about what she'd just done and Kaye smiled and walked over to their table and took the full tankard in her hand and drew from it almost savagely until it was near emptied.
“Ha!” she then exclaimed just before a burp escaped from her lips and she giggled. “Scuse me.” She said politely and then without thinking twirled around and sat herself on Streets lap and plucked her knife from his fingers and twirled it around her fingers before offering it up to him.
“Yours.” She nodded to him.
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Post by Street on May 3, 2013 2:49:43 GMT -5
Street was still drawing the last of his mead from the mug as Kaye turned around. He almost missed her throw, but tipped his empty mug down just in time to see the blade leave her hand. In an instant, he was holding that very same blade between two fingers and he was thoroughly impressed. In retrospect, the challenge was a gamble for him, but that was what he loved. Kaye had taken his challenge and met it. He didn't pay any attention to the second knife she the – the one she put between his fingers was all that mattered to Street.
He put the empty mug on the table while he looked at the dagger he held and then at Kaye, and a great grin graced his face. Street simply stared at the bold beauty before him as she practically inhaled her mug of mead. He had been impressed already in the square when she pursued him and the thief when everyone else stood and watched like it was some kind of show. She turned out to be a real solid girl despite her high station in life and now she even met a challenge for for mad men. Street lived from dare to dare but rarely if ever was he met with a girl so inspired, let alone so seductive as well. She sat on his lap and almost out of instinct, Street put both his hands, conveniently empty, on each of her hips.
Clair hadn't known the half of it when she questioned Street in the cellar that afternoon, largely because Street hadn't realized then how stunning Kaye was. At this point he debated how much the mead had to do with his emphatuation; he was decidedly sure the mead just added a certain blur – this girl was pretty amazing.
Street grew hard beneath her as Kaye took and then handed back the knife she threw between his fingers – but it was her choice to sit there. He reached up and took the blade with his left hand, tucked it beneath his belt, and then placed his hand back around her hip. “THAT was amazing.” he told her lowly before taking in a very deep breath, taking in the smell of her.
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Post by Kaye on May 3, 2013 3:19:18 GMT -5
After he had placed the offered knife in his belt, Kaye finished off her tankard and then laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. She did indeed feel the predicament underneath her but chose to ignore the fact for now. She wasn't about to give all of her to him so easily, drunk or not she still had enough morals. She set the empty on the table beside her and then maneuvered herself underneath is hands so that she was sitting sideways and put her now empty left hand on his check then lifted her head slightly and kissed his cheek.
“Thanks.” She told him. “That's sweet.” She finished and then just sat there like that for a few moments before sitting up slightly. She took her head off his shoulder and looked at him.
“Lets go for a walk.” She stated shortly.
She figured they'd both had more than enough to drink and the time was passing by. They'd played the bar thing through and it was time to move onward and upwards from here.
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Post by Street on May 3, 2013 3:38:50 GMT -5
Street stared down at Kaye's waistline as she twisted in his grip. As she changed her position, Street slid his hands over her body to change theirs as well. He rested his left hand on her left rib, just below the breast – daring but stopping before he presumed too much – and the other on the outer thigh of her left side, though he'd have rathered the inner of her right.
The street rat leapt from one building to another and fought other men for a single copper coin in his day to day, but this woman that sat on his lap was singularly exhilarating. He simply stared and grinned down at her as he breathed deeply and she stared up at him and spoke. She suggested a walk and with that he stood, with her in hand, and swiftly moved his right hand from over her hip to under it.
“It's not a skill you see every day.” he returned to her the compliment she laid on him for his jumping skills, truly impressed with what she was capable and willing to do, though they may have had mead to remove certain inhibitions. He walked towards the tavern door with the girl in hand, staring down at her as he did. He had to kick a chair or two on the way as he wasn't watching where he walked, then turned to push the door open with his ass as they left.
The Sun was down but the lamps were lit while the two were inside the bar drinking. It wasn't yet very late, but the night sky was starting to show as Street walked out into the street, carrying Kaye. “Where to?” he asked - unhindered by her weight – as he looked at her and from one side to another of the street, never minding all the people walking by and looking at them oddly.
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Post by Kaye on May 3, 2013 15:40:07 GMT -5
The moment she felt them lift up from the chair, her left arm moved up to hang onto his shoulder, not all to tightly but just to hold on. Her right arm relaxed at her side and rested on her ribs..
“Weee.” She said in a little girl-like voice and then gave a half laugh as he headed for the door.
The night air felt wonderful against her face as they, or rather he, stepped outside with her in his arms. She was just about to answer him when the door to the tavern flung open and their waitress appeared carrying something wrapped up in a bar-towel.
“Here ya go darlin'” She said, handing over the other 5 knives wrapped nicely in the towel. “You don't want to go leavin' these stuck around.” She smiled and winked at her. “Looks like you're in good hands, have a fun night you two.” She added as an after thought.
Kaye smiled over at the waitress as she let go with her left hand and took up her knives and placed them on her lap where the other hand took over.
“Thanks.” Kaye replied. “Ya..ya I think I am.” She replied and then laid her head back on Streets' should then pointed to their left. “That way I think would be fine.” She said with a smile in her voice as well her as on her lips.
Kaye then wrapped her left hand back over his shoulder and closed her eyes. It didn't really matter to her where they went, she just wasn't ready to leave him yet and was happily snuggled against his chest as he held her in his arms.
In her 20 years she'd never really found a guy she'd actually wanted to spend time with. The guys she had spent any time with were those of her own station and she found them quite boring to say the least. All business and concerned over the way she carried on with her boyish ways. All of them trying to change her into, well, into her mom. It wasn't as though she blamed them; she knew that life. She knew what it meant to be 'High born'. She just didn't care.
Now here was Street. She had never imagined in her entire life she'd ever find a guy like him. Someone who liked her for who she was and not who she was supposed to be. He was fun, caring and in her eyes he was sort of a hero as well. She wondered how many times he'd had to stand up for those others like Mr. Todd. She couldn't believe she hadn't found him until now. Of curse sometimes great things just had a way of knowing when to show up without warning and he did. Her smile widened as he carried her and she thought how he quite literally had smacked into her. No, he certainly wasn't presented to her in any manner of a small hint. Yes, this could definitely go much further than just a drink with a friend. At least she hoped it would. She hoped he truly was all her mind was making him out to be. She could see Street and herself becoming 'us' instead of me and you.
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